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"You better put this on if ye can't stay. No use in gettin' wet through." Andy put it on and buttoned it up in fierce silence. Uncle William watched him benignly. "If 't was so 's 't you could stay, we could play another after dinner play the rubber. You beat me last time, you know." He took off the stove-lid and peered in. Andy's eye had relaxed a little under its gloom.
He would see what she could do with them. But she busied herself at the breakfast without a thought of the epoch-marking nature of these purchases. "Do you milk?" she asked, presently. "Milk what?" he demanded, pausing with stove-lid and lifter raised in his hand, in the half-completed act of putting wood on the fire. "Dave!" she cried. "Put that lid down. Look at the smoke."
Why not let me make a finished product?" good-humoredly. "You will have your joke." "Yes, even at the expense of being blind in one eye; for I can't see through this glass; positive stove-lid. Every time I focus you, you grow as big as a house. No, I'd never be happy as a lord. Well, let us have our last fling. You might as well let me have my letter of credit now."
Rabbit, fried on a stove-lid, makes a pretty satisfying meal when eating ceases to be a pleasure and becomes a necessity. Sundown wisely reserved a portion of his kill for future consumption. As the morning grew warmer, he fell asleep in the shade of the ranch-house. Late in the afternoon he wakened, went into the house and made coffee.
We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one any more. Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
"Feels good," commented the man, rubbing his hands and surveying the room in the glow that flared up as he lifted the stove-lid. "On your way in?" "Me? Nope. I'm goin' to Antelope." "So? Is Jack Corliss hurt bad?" "He was kind o' shook up for a couple of days. Guess he's gettin' along all right now. Reckon you heard what somebody done to Fadeaway." The stranger nodded. "They got him, all right.
Suddenly many features struck him as being changed. Another stove-lid was broken; an old piece of carpet was tacked up over a window to keep out the cold; his fire-wood was gone. He looked and there was no oil left in his can. He looked at the coverings on his bed; he took them up, and again he made that strange remonstrant noise in his throat. Then he looked again for his tobacco.
You ain' got no chicken wing for arm if you lif' this. Ah, be dam! I see what you lif' him with. All same stove-lid." Talking and swearing to himself cheerfully, Bonny applied the end of a broken whiffletree to the blunt lip of the old hearthstone which marked the stage-house chimney. He had tried a step-dance on it and found it hollow.
The smell and smoke of the burning egg rose to the ceiling and filled the room. Georgina sprang to close the door so that the odor would not rouse Aunt Elspeth, and then with carving knife and stove-lid lifter, she scraped the charred remains into the fire. "And it looked so easy," she mourned. "Maybe I didn't whack it quickly enough. I'm going to try again."
With a backward withdrawal, a forward heave, I shot the contents of the pail into the stove.... There followed a detonation like a siege gun. The stove-lid shot so close to my head it was no joke ... it took out the whole window-sash and lit in the outside snow.
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